I could almost have Nina Simone singing alongside me today because once again I’m feeling good! It is true that I am more tired and I did not sleep brilliantly last night so I’m looking like I could pack for a week in the bags under my eyes. However, since nobody is looking at them, because they are all transfixed by my baldness, I can get away with it. The policy of loud lippy is definitely paying off. I have had so many compliments. I do not even care if it they are said with sympathy. I am just happy to have them.
Today I took my naked head out for a test drive. We had an appointment with a shrink to discuss the whereabouts of my marbles. I suspect if we do not find them at some point, she may practise her head shrinking powers. Which could ruin my look entirely. It probably comes as no surprise that I have been having trouble locating my marbles. What may be a surprise is that I have any left whatsoever. This was my third trip to Ms Shrinker. And I like her. I am always slightly concerned that I may trip over her at some point and crush her entirely. For she is tiny. Kylie is of Amazonian stature in comparison. Having a diagnosis of cancer is mad, so I say take all the help you can get. Be bonkers enough to get a psychology referral. There is no shame in it and so far, my tiny friend has proved very helpful. She has to be good. She liked my head. So obviously a woman of taste and discernment. Even if she is lacking in the height department.
Following this, the Captain and I have shunned dry land, untied the ropes and are chugging along the Curly Wyrley for a night at the pub. It is almost as if normality has been resumed.